flower petals.

a collection of journal entries to love the scent of flowers a little too much to live a life above them

[petrichara]

2- Mikko Harvey / 3- @beetlejuices / 4- Ocean Vuong / 5- Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye / 6- Franz von Stuck / 7- Cortes Edouard Leon

[inkstainedhair]

a lazy unsourced camera roll vent web weave

[view-from-up-here]

[halfinvisible]

queue this post when it’s your birthday and be surprise

I queued this like 8 months ago I’ve waited a long time for this moment

[woundtheory]

k.c cramm

[orteil42]

i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds

[guooey]

Hermann Hesse, Wandering: Notes and Sketches (1920)

[brightwanderer]

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

[libbyframe]

Delicate spring florals

[thoughtkick]

“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”

— Unknown

[filmnoirsbian]

I think as adults with our own living spaces it's important to have your friends over periodically for a sleepover. And i mean a real sleepover. Staying up late to watch movies with junkfood and popcorn and then going to bed only to stay up even later talking in the dark and laughing because you're so exhausted that everything's funny but you still don't want to fall asleep.

[filmnoirsbian]

[remanence-of-love]

[umamawrites]

[creatingnikki]

You are your own person. Repeat it every time it is tempting to forget. The way it feels when he kisses your fingertips. The way he holds your face in his palms. The way he looks at you. Beautiful and soft and sincere. I know, it's dreamy. I know, it's real. Which makes it even more dreamy. But you are your own person. As is he. When we meet someone, we don't just come with our present. We don't just come with our emotions for each other. We come with our past and our future. And with all these emotions we have for other people and things and ideas. So. He might pull your hair in a way that is hot as he kisses you. And he might always find ways to reach for your hand when you're together. But. But. Listen. He is his own person. There will be nights when you will light all the scented candles and set the reed diffusers and fluff up the throw pillows and turn on all the yellow lights that make everything in your room feel like you are in a movie frame. And yet he won't be there. He will be on a call with his friend. Or having a difficult conversation with his dad. Or stressing about work. Or just hanging out with this other girl. He is his own person. As are you. So, no, continue lighting the candles. Let the reed diffusers be. Go plop on the throw pillows and put on your favourite songs. Read about cryptocurrency. Call that friend who always makes you feel precious. Write. Do your thing. You are your own person. No matter how many of your smiles these past few weeks you owe him and his existence. No matter. He is more than you. You are more than him. Okay? Okay.

[conejita-suggestions]

everyday that I get to be with you makes me fall in love over and over again

[funnytwittertweets]

[mydarling-suggestions]

how lucky i must be to have crossed paths with someone like you

[becherdireinen]

Dating me is like: “You said you liked this so I got it for you”